Hispanic Fantasy

Marty had always found Hispanic men irresistible. He was a small guy, five-foot-six-inches tall and very fair. To be exact, Marty was hairless and blond, the complete antithesis of the men that he had always desired. There was nothing he desired more than being the bitch of a rough Hispanic daddy. Ever since he had entered the gay scene, this was the dream he had always yearned for.

It took him a full two years to build up the courage to test this fantasy, but one Saturday night he simply could no longer restrain himself. After ordering a taxi he informed the driver, who was of eastern European origin, of his destination. The driver, who was also fuckin’ hot, looked at him as though he had lost his mind.

“Are you sure this is where you want to go?” the taxi driver asked incredulously.

“Yeah… definitely,” Marty stated with certainty, resolute about his controversial decision.

“Okay,” Alexandru, the taxi driver stated, prior to getting underway.

Once they had reached their destination, Alexandru handed him a card with his details and said that Marty should call him when he wanted to be collected.

When Marty entered the bar, a multitude of dark brown eyes zoomed in on him and it was as if Quetzalcoatl had been resurrected. Shortly, he spotted a short hunky Hispanic with a beard.

Marty then ordered a glass of white wine, acting as cool as a cucumber that had just been taken out of a refrigerator. The overwhelming essence of testosterone in the place was palatable and as he took his first sip of his wine. This was exactly what he had been hoping for. Marty had entered butch heaven and the tattooed bodies surrounding him were a source of incredible gratification, which pleased him enormously.

Acting totally nonchalant, Marty relevelled in his laid-back indifference. He presented an air of ennui, challengingly sending out a signal to say that if anyone wished to approach him, they had better be on top form.

Marty didn’t have to wait long before a dark and thickset Hispanic man, stood before him.

“Are you possibly in the wrong place, chica?” the butch tattooed thug asked.

Demurely, Marty looked him up and down before answering, “No, why do you ask?”

The thug smiled and then replied in a thick Hispanic accent, “A pretty young princess like you could get into a lot of trouble in a place like this.”

“Are you going to harass me?” Marty enquired.

After a lengthy chuckle, the stout man replied, “Sure and maybe I’ll just be forced to fuck you.”

This was exactly what Marty had been hoping to hear. Nevertheless, he feigned total shock at the stout man’s effrontery.

Playing along, Marty replied, “Is it unsafe for a girl to simply sit here and have a drink?”

“Normally not, unless she’s is as pretty as you,” came the reply.

“Are you seriously going to take advantage of me?” Marty responded with mock playfulness.

“Sure, puta, because that’s what you are here for,” the bulky man responded, friskily.

“What’s your name, Papi?” Marty mischievously answered after a short giggle.

“Juan, AKA, the gran follardor,” Juan answered.

“Does ‘follardor’ mean ‘fucker?’” Marty asked.

“Yeah, sure… That’s what I do best,” Juan assured him.

“So… are you hitting on me, Papi?” Marty asked teasingly.

“Yeah,” Juan replied matter-of-factly, before continuing, “It’s just a pity I won’t be able to use your pretty mouth.

“Why is that?” Marty responded.

With a look of total superiority, Juan replied, “Because it’s not big enough.”

Totally intrigued, Marty asked, “And why is that?”

“Chica, I may not have the longest cock you have ever seen, but I can promise you that it’s the thickest pinga you have ever seen.” After a pause, Juan then resumed, “It won’t fit in your mouth… but I can promise you that it will fit in your culo. It’s, jodidamnte gruso,” Juan concluded with an air of superiority.

By now, Marty’s rudimentary Spanish had completely abandoned him and he had no clue as to what Juan was saying. He had the inkling that Juan had a thick dick, ‘but what the hell’ I thought, ‘so be it.’

“Do you want to see my pinga?” Juan then asked.

“Sure,” Marty replied, with nonchalance.

With a roguish smile on his face, Juan informed Marty that he was a personal friend of the owner of the establishment and that he had the use of a private room upstairs.

Nonplussed, Marty next followed him as he led them to that private room.

When they got there, Juan embraced and commenced kissing Marty.

Marty was really enjoying the attention of Juan, who truthfully, being of the same height as Marty was, not the kind of man he would normally go for. Marty normally liked his men slightly taller. Juan, nonetheless, had a sexiness that Marty found very alluring. In addition, Juan’s bulkiness also enhanced Marty’s excitement.

As they commenced making out their clothes magically disappeared. Finally, down to their underpants, which were also finally dispensed with, it was at this point that Marty had a WTF moment. He had never seen a cock as thick as Juan’s knob. Although Marty had always enjoyed well-hung guys, the apparition that now hung before him, however, was obscenely thick. Juan had not been joking when he had said that Marty’s mouth would never cope.

As Marty looked at Juan’s knob there was no fuckin’ way it was going to fit into his arse. Juan’s dick looked like an oversized butternut that had just won the first prize in a hick farming jamboree. The uncut monstrosity was humongous.

Marty instantly began to protest. “Juan, there is simply no way that dick of yours is going to fit in my backside. I am really sorry… but I am simply not capable of coping with that.”

“Why are you being so rude, chica?” Juan then asked.

All Marty’s bravado had now evaporated. He had made a mistake and needed to extricate himself from this situation. Marty had never been fisted and also had no intention of that ever happening to him, but the dick he was looking at would mean that he would have cock the size of a large fist rammed up his arsehole.

“Juan, I really sorry for messing with you and I humbly apologize… but I simply cannot go through with this, please forgive me,” Marty sincerely stated.

“Mmmm,” Juan countered, before resuming, “Well, I’m not going to let you off so easy. You are a little cockteaser that needs to be taught a lesson.”

Frightened, Marty now decided to opt for plan B. “Okay… I’ll pay you to compensate for my error. How much do you want?” Marty replied, trying to regain control of the situation.

Dismissively, Juan replied, “Do you think I need your money, you arrogant little shit?”

“Please, accept my apology and let’s end this amicably,” Marty pleaded.

“No fuckin’ way, puta, stick your money up your arse. I’m going to fuck you, simple as that.” Juan stated.

Dubious as he was Marty was now very turned-on by his ‘dilemma’ and began to imagine his arse in a sling for the next week. Marty had long had a ‘forced’ fantasy and decided to milk this situation for all it was worth.

“You are a disgusting, bully,” he spat out at Juan.

“Yeah, and this bully is about to fuck you,” Juan countered.

Next, Juan spun Marty around and roughly pulled his trousers down.

“Stop… please, stop, you fuckin’ thug,” Marty said capriciously, milking the situation.

“Fuck you, puta, now you are going to pay,” Juan menacingly replied, “If you play with fire… you get burned,” he triumphantly concluded as Marty’s body lay onto the bed.

Juan now commenced spitting huge globs onto Marty’s butt before he began to shove his monstrous knob on Marty’ portal. As he started pushing the obscenity ever inward, Marty wailed with the most divine agony he had ever experienced. Nothing before had prepared him for the ‘torment’ he underwent. The excruciating bliss was heavenly as his pucker was torn asunder and invaded by the grotesque onslaught.

Juan’s incredible cock hammered his hole mercilessly as he wailed like a woman whose virginity had just been plundered on her wedding night.

“Cry, puta, this is what you wanted you fucking whore, now take the pain.” Juan intoned as he humped Marty’s backside. “Take this you fucking, puta, yeah, take it you fucking whore, “Juan intoned, as he manically thrust into Marty’s traumatised backside.

Marty howled with pleasure as his arse got thumped. After several minutes Juan roared in ecstasy as he seeded Marty’s manhole, expelling dismissive taunts.

After extracting his dick Juan laughed before getting dressed. As Marty turned over and looked at his ‘tormentor’ Juan chuckled. “You know where to find me in future, puta. Come back anytime you like,” Juan said, before contemptuously exiting the room.

When Marty left the bar sated he called for Alexandru who arrived a few minutes later.

Once in the cab, Alexandru asked, “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Sure,” Marty replied.

“You seem a little flustered,” Alexandru replied, “Is there anything I can assist you with?”

“Are you a proctologist?” Marty asked with a smile.

“Huh?” Alexandru asked, “What’s that?”

“An arse doctor,” Marty replied.

“No, but if you want me to take a look, I will,” Alexandru replied with a horny grin. “I’m just about to go off duty.”